"Alright. Let's save that Hobbit!" Bryan shouted.
Arla smiled at her brother. In her mind she told him, "Once we save Merry I'll tell them who you are."
He nodded. All the elves formed a small circle toward the back of the cave out of view. "Now we have to concentrate as best as we can. This is very risky but I think we can do it." Bryan said.
Frodo-
Waiting patiently for the signal from Bryan, Frodo came and sat near Sam. Catching only quick glimpses of his friend in the pale latern light Frodo said to his friend in a seemingly calm tone,
"Sam... do you plan to stay here with Rosie while the battle is going on?"
Only moments after the words had spilled from Frodo's lips, the once faint latern light was no more. All was still and dark. The latern had been going out for quite sometime and it seemed now the shadows of the caves had snuffed it out.
Pippin-
Though he could no longer see the figure of little Easta, Pippin said to her through the stillness,
"You should stay here with Arla and the others. They will keep you safe from harm."
All was quiet for a bit, then Pippin added under his breath,
"Don't lose heart, Easta. Merry will be safe soon."
Merry-
It was a horrible feeling. The feeling of helplessness. Long had he been dragged many levels up through the dreary caves. Gloom hung about the people of this place and now it hung heavy upon Merry's heart. No one listened to Merry's cries, for they had no feelings of remorse. They were animals and they did only what that were commanded to do. Countless bruises and gashs littered Merry's body, from hitting the sharp stones as he was made to drag along the cold floor. He pleaded for them to stop, but they were deaf to his painful requests. He wondered what awaited him ahead and he was soon to find out.
Suddently he felt the massive Orc who had been dragging him up through the caves, come to a complete stand still halt. Bashing into the Orc's knees, Merry fell hard on his back. The Orc grumbled, shaking his head in disguist. In Merry's slowly fading eyes he began to see a dim light making it's way towards him. The light was pure and beautiful, or atleast it was to the hobbit, for he had seen nothing but darkness for what seems liked years. The light came closer, until it was finally upon him. Merry looked up, a face glowed in the firelight. It was Verendiel. A small gleam of silver glowed bright in the surrounding darkness. A cold blade of metal was felt pressing against his throat. Merry closed his eyes, but was surprised to find she had not issued a blow. She moved toward his face, her eyes filled with fire gazing into his. She now whispered with a hiss,
"Your friends have come farther into my realm than I can allow. If any attempt is made to rescue you here in the depths of the caves, I will make it so you will never see or hear anything more by the swift blow of my sword."
Merry breathed heavily. He was so weary, the words of what she had just said seemed uncomprehendable. Though with all his heart he wished the blade to be taken from his throat, it was not so. He was quickly moved into the back corner of the cave, left to wait for the arrival of the army. The fate of Merry was now left in the very hands of his friends and the blade of poison Verendiel held at his neck.